A fierce wife enters the house: She helps up a house full of spineless people.

Hearing the commotion, Wang Jinzhu's expression changed. She had sensed something was wrong earlier, and when she turned around, she saw the scene of a child being trampled to death by the crowd in a fight for food.

Her heart sank. The refugees, unable to get any food, after a brief period of chaos, all turned their gazes toward Wang Jinzhu and his group's cart and oxcart, their eyes filled with greed and longing.

They knew there was food on the vehicle.

"They have food!"

"There's food in the car! Grab it!"

A murmur arose from the crowd. Dozens of bloodshot eyes stared at them, like a pack of ravenous wild dogs.

The atmosphere in the team instantly became extremely tense.

"Don't panic!" Wang Jinzhu shouted, her voice cold and harsh. "Everyone, surround the car! Men on the outside, women and children on the inside! Hold your weapons firmly!"

Wang Dali drew his butcher knife from his waist with a "whoosh," held it horizontally in front of his chest, and stared at the restless refugees with his tiger-like eyes wide open.

Wang Tianfang nocked an arrow, while the others raised their wooden sticks or machetes and stood guard beside the carriage.

These dozen or so people looked so frail as they faced dozens of starving refugees.

Wang Jinzhu knew that if a fight broke out, they would definitely suffer a great loss. Although these refugees were too weak from hunger, they were a force to be reckoned with if they really fought for their lives.

She stared coldly at the person opposite her, forcing out a few words through gritted teeth: "Anyone who dares to take another step forward shouldn't blame our swords and arrows for being indiscriminate!"

The group of people walking in front, seeing that only one woman stood up to speak, were not afraid at all and continued to approach the carriage.

"Tianfang, fire the arrow, aim for the neck," Wang Jinzhu said coldly, her tone filled with murderous intent.

Wang Tianfang nocked his bow, released the arrow, and in one swift motion, the arrow pierced the throat of a refugee.

"Murder! Murder!" The other refugees shouted and scattered as they watched the person suddenly fall.

"Don't panic, there are so many of us, are we afraid of them?" Some refugees were still unwilling to give up and continued to incite others.

This time, Wang Tianfang didn't need Wang Jinzhu's instructions. He directly drew his bow and shot an arrow at the incited refugees, hitting them squarely in the shoulder.

The deaths of two people in succession completely extinguished the refugees' desire to rush up and rob them. Although they were hungry, they were even more afraid of dying.

Wang Jinzhu breathed a sigh of relief, but her face remained expressionless.

"Go!" she whispered.

The group dared not delay; the men protected the horse-drawn carriages and oxcarts, and quickly passed through the area.

They walked for several miles until the group of refugees disappeared from sight, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling the weight on their hearts lifted.

Chen Yuxiang crawled out of the carriage, her face pale. "Xinghua, hurry inside, Cao'er is terrified and won't wake up."

Chen Xinghua, who was following behind the oxcart, quickly climbed into the carriage upon hearing this and took the grass from Chen Yuxiang's hands.

Inside the carriage, Chen Xinghua held the unconscious Cao'er in her arms, tears streaming down her face, constantly murmuring, "Cao'er, wake up, don't scare your mother..."

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Wang Jinzhu boarded the carriage and glanced at Cao'er. The little girl's face was as white as paper, and her lips were completely bloodless.

She reached out and touched Cao'er's forehead; it was burning hot!

"She has a fever." Wang Jinzhu frowned as well.

The child was frightened, and in his fear, he caught a chill and fell ill immediately.

"Jinzhu, what should we do? We're in the middle of nowhere, where can we find a doctor?" Chen Yuxiang was extremely anxious.

Wang Guilan also looked on with a worried expression, constantly wiping the cold sweat from Cao'er's forehead.

Wang Jinzhu was also anxious. On this kind of escape route, let alone children, even if an adult fell ill, it would be an extremely dangerous situation.

"Mother, don't panic." Wang Jinzhu calmed herself down and said to Chen Yuxiang, "I still have some herbs I prepared beforehand, which should help reduce the fever. Let's find a place to rest tonight, and I'll boil some for her to drink."

The herbs she mentioned were naturally taken from her spatial storage. Fortunately, she had prepared thoroughly and had stocked up on a variety of commonly used medicines.

After dark, they found a more secluded ravine than before. The men gathered several times more firewood than usual and lit three or four bonfires.

No one had much of an appetite; they quickly drank some porridge and then sat around the fire.

Wang Jinzhu took out a small packet of dried herbs wrapped in oil paper from her bundle, which was actually her spatial storage. She asked Chen Xinghua to boil water, and then personally put the herbs in to cook.

Chen Xinghua was completely disoriented. She did whatever Wang Jinzhu told her to do, her eyes never leaving her daughter.

The medicine was ready. Wang Jinzhu blew on it to cool it down, and together with Chen Xinghua, they pried open Cao'er's mouth and fed it to her little by little.

After taking the medicine, Wang Jinzhu soaked a handkerchief in warm water and placed it on Cao'er's forehead to help lower her fever.

By the time all this was done, it was already late at night.

Grass was still fast asleep, her little face flushed red, and she occasionally uttered a few indistinct murmurs, the meaning of which was unclear.

Looking at her daughter, Chen Xinghua recalled the scene from earlier that day, and felt a sharp pain in her heart. She suddenly stood up and knelt down with a thud in front of the people sitting around her.

"Uncles and aunts, I'm so sorry!" Chen Xinghua's voice was hoarse as she kowtowed heavily. "It's all my fault for not teaching Cao'er well. That piece of cake Cao'er made almost brought disaster to our entire team..."

Chen Yuxiang rushed forward to help her up, her eyes also reddening. She said remorsefully, "Xinghua, what are you doing! Get up! If I had to say I didn't watch the child properly, it would be my fault. I was holding her, but I didn't expect her to throw things out..."

"Alright," Wang Jinzhu's cold voice interrupted the two.

"Everyone saw what happened during the day. Cao'er threw away half a cake, a child died, and our entire group was almost besieged by refugees."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xinghua trembled, lowered her head even further, her shoulders shaking violently as she wept silently.

Zhao Xiulan wanted to say something, but Wang Jinzhu stopped her with a look.

"I'm not saying all this to blame Cao'er; she's still young and doesn't understand." Wang Jinzhu's tone softened a little, but remained serious. "I just want everyone to remember this lesson, a lesson learned in blood!"

"From today onwards, I'm setting a rule."

Everyone perked up their ears.

"First, without my permission, no one is allowed to give food to outsiders, not even a grain of rice or a drop of water!"

"I know you're all kind-hearted and can't bear to see others suffer. But you need to understand, what time is this! This is a refugee crisis!"

"If you give him a piece of bread today, he'll want a bag of rice tomorrow! You can save one, but can you save a hundred?"

"Secondly," Wang Jinzhu continued, "all children must be supervised by adults at all times. When walking, they must either be carried or led by the hand. In the vehicle, they are not allowed to lift the curtain and look out. Starting today, no child is allowed to carry food. If they want to eat, they must finish it in the vehicle or at the campsite, and absolutely no outsiders must see them!"